Prologue: Onward to Mr. Pokemon...
Oliver's pokemon
Cyndaquil-Level 5- Moves: Tackle, Leer
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"The patient is waking up! Call the doctor!" was the first thing I heard as I slowly opened my eyes. The light was so bright that on occasion I closed and opened my eyes to help them better adjust to the light. My body was weak, I could barely push myself up, but I managed too.
"Bloody hell those lights are too bright" I bluntly stated still a little dazed.
My eyesight was a blur, but it slowly relaxed itself and soon became normal. After shaking my head a couple of times I finally noticed a small bed across from what I was sitting on, in front of it was a trolley of some sort which carried a wooden board. Paying more attention to the bed, I noted that the color of it was primarily white; the only two different colors came from the wooden board and the blanket, which was also primarily white, but had blue spots on it. I had seen a bed similar to this before, but I wondered where, perhaps in a store or somewhere. I then noticed another bed a few meters next to it and then another a few meters away from that and so on until the final bed near the wall. The wall was white; it had a window in the center which let in sunlight. The rays of sun just reached my feet by a centimeter, or at least that's what I think it was, I never paid attention in that damned broken down school. I curiously pondered about where I had seen these kinds of beds, I recognized that the beds were meant for one person, the fact that they were almost completely white and the board in front of the beds which was actually everything about the beds from as far as I could tell. Wanting to take a closer look, I attempted to push myself up and succeeded, but I nearly collapsed under my own weight, so I pushed against the bed I was laying on to keep me upright, wait a minute, I was lying on a bed? I looked at the bed and noticed that it had the same design as the other beds. Where was I? I looked at myself and found that I was wearing a hospital gown, why the hell was I in an effing hospital gown?! And more importantly, WHY THE HELL WAS I WEARING IT?! Then it hit me, this was a hospital, what was I doing in a hospital? I took a look at the beds and noticed the machines, hospital equipment right next to the beds, trailing from there I moved on to the next bed, my bed was stacked up as a part of a row, just like the ones opposite it. On the next bed I saw a sleeping man with a lot of wounds on his body, his face seemed familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it…
"Are you positive that the patient has awoken" asked an old male voice
"Yes doctor, the other nurses and I saw him with our own eyes" said a younger female voice
"Well then let us see if the patient is okay"
"Yes doctor, but I thought it would be a few days, even weeks for them to wake up, they inhaled a grave amount of carbon monoxide, even with medical help, I thought that they would still be unconscious for quite a while"
"That is why I am so curious to see this boy! The odds of him waking up so quickly were very low, that fire truly took its toll on his body, he should not be stabilizing at this time" was the last thing the doctor said before entering the room.
I was still pushing against the bed so that I could stand; the doctor and the nurse looked at me in shock, as if they had seen a ghost. I weakly muttered:
"What the… hell are you staring at?" They continued to stare at me until the doctor spoke.
"You're standing, how is that even possible" It was getting harder and harder to force my weight against the bed, my arms were too skinny for the job, standing was not an easy task at all and I figured that they noticed it after a while. They called another nurse into the room.
"Nurse, help this young man back into his bed"
The two nurses lifted me and placed me back to the bed I was sleeping on earlier.
"Could someone tell me what the hell is going on, why am I here?" The doctor looked at me with his light brown eyes; he seemed a little shocked at my question.
"You mean you don't remember how you got here?"
"I wouldn't be asking if I did"
"Are you telling me you don't remember the fire?" 'Fire', I shivered at the thought of fire, but why?
"There was a fire?"
"Yes and a big one too, authorities say it was a Pokémon, accidental fire perhaps"
"Fire… fire" I spoke.
"Yes a fire, anyway how are y-"
"Fire… fire…. Fire…" I repeated. I continued to chant and barely noticed the looks the two medical specialists gave me; I chanted the word over and over, slowly regaining my memory. I went into the fire when I could have easily avoided it, but why? Was I trying to save someone? No, but why would I go into a fire? I went in the fire and did what? I thought of any answer to the question and then I looked at the condition of my body under the gown, it reminded me of the painful burns I had to endure for something. AHA! I was looking for something but what?
"Are you okay?" asked the doctor eliminating my trail of thought.
"Damnit!" I shouted, close to figuring it all out.
"Are you okay" asked the nurse this time.
"I'm fine!"
"Well, we need to run some tests so if you could follow me to-"
"I'm not staying here!"
"But you cannot leave until we know that you're in tip top shape"
"Maybe, you should lie down for a few seconds and adjust to your environment" said the nurse.
"Screw your environment! I'm going home" I said releasing my hold on the bed and walking past the two medical specialists only to fall on the ground.
"It appears you cannot walk" said the doctor. I shot him a sarcastic look.
"No shit, Sherlock"
"Please try to refrain from using foul language"
"Oh screw you!" The doctor and the nurse looked at each other.
"I can help you up, all you have to do is promise me that you will stay still and won't try anything"
"Promise me? What am I, ten?"
"How old are you"
"What?"
"I'm asking a simple question, we found no traces of information anywhere on you, so we could not call any family or friends of yours, we don't even know your name"
"And it will stay that way"
"Don't be so difficult, we're trying to help you"
"I don't need your help, I'll be fine all on my own"
"Really?" said a new female voice, it was strong, feminine, soothing yet somehow intimidating. I turned to find a tall, blue haired female with blue eyes that sparkled like crystals. She wore a plain red, long sleeve shirt that showed only less than an inch of her stomach; on top of the shirt was a white mini-jacket with a few red stripes that ran from one end to another at the bottom of her mini-jacket. She had certain "assets" to her that made me daydream about her, in a more sexual way. She wore long black jeans which were sealed inside her long black boots which in a way acted as stockings, the boots were meant for both mobility and style which certain factors, like the fact that it didn't have heels, contributed to. She was very beautiful, her hair formed bangs over her forehead and was tied in a ponytail which shot upwards. She looked familiar, but I think I would have remembered seeing someone as pretty as her. I marveled at how beautiful she was until I noticed she was staring back at me.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" I calmly asked
"Please, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Elia Kristen, the assistant and student under Prof. Oak, and what I want is for you to help me out with something."
"I don't work for free and if you haven't noticed, I can't even stand on my own"
Before Elia could speak, the nurse turned to Elia and quietly told her "The patient is unable to help you with any task as of now, he must regain his health"
"That's fine, at the rate he's going I wouldn't be surprised if he got better by tomorrow"
"Ma'am, these are not visiting hours, we already took your report, and according to it, you don't know the patient, why are you here?"
That was a good question, I was curious to find out the answer, so curious I repeated the question.
"Why are you here?"
"I told you halfwits earlier what I needed help with anyway" She then turned to me.
"Oh, and I'll tell you when you leave the hospital" She said all this so calmly and with a small smile as if insulting us was nothing. She turned around and took her leave but before she did, she turned her head to me and quietly said
"Don't make me wait" She then showed me a battered pokeball and took her leave. What did that pokeball have to do with anything?
She had not come yesterday, so why was she here today? The doctors were completely fascinated by my healing rate, the burns were healing a bit slower than the rest of my body, but other than that I felt healthy. I could walk, but these f*** duechebags wouldn't let me leave. I only had two things that felt wrong with my body, the burn marks, which tended to give me excruciating pain from time to time and if they were touched it would hurt for a little while. The second was whenever I tried to move my hands above my head or moved too fast or ran at great speed, there would be pain, the doctors say some of my tissue was burnt, I didn't know what tissues had to do with anything, I speculated that these doctors were high. I looked in front of me to find Elia, the last time I saw her was two days ago. Like any person on a journey she wore the same clothes as the last time I saw her.
"Don't bother; these idiots are keeping me here"
"Yeah, so you really can't run huh"
"What are you doing here" I said, avoiding her small talk.
"Coming for you of course"
"How, I'm stuck here?"
"I am a very smart girl, with ways to get what I want; I have quite a few connections in Cherrygrove Hospital."
"Say I do manage to get out of here, how much are you going to pay me to help you do whatever"
"Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Yep nothing, because you will do as I say"
"You are crazy, I don't work for free" She chuckled and held up that battered pokeball.
"What's that?"
"Oh this? Just a little something I found in some wild grass"
She walked over to my side, grabbed my hand and pressed the button in the middle of the pokeball using my index finger. A red laser emitted from the ball and took form of a little mouse-like pokemon. I instantly recognized it.
"Cyndaquil!"
"Yes, your little Cyndaquil, now if you want it, you have to do as I say" I looked at Cyndaquil, the fire type had burn marks all over its body too, which was very ironic. That damned Pokémon nearly cost me my life, I should have disowned it, dropped it then and there and tell Elia to p*** off, but that was my first and only Pokémon, I don't know why, but I felt a connection to it, even if it didn't feel the same, the fire, if anything made that bond I feel with it stronger…wait the fire! So this was what I was looking for! The bond felt so strong right now and I knew a part of Cyndaquil felt it too, wait what am I saying, that is totally gay! But then again I'm only speaking the truth, and admittedly, I would jump in another fire for the little guy, but like in the flames I had my limits, this thing disrespected me by going against my orders, I bet the fire on its back was what started the flames, the doctor did say it was a Pokémon. I looked at Elia and nodded my head, signaling that I would do as she told. She said nothing but put a grin on her face priding on her victory.
"This plan of yours is ridiculous!" I stated.
"Sh, just keep your mouth shut and we'll be out of this hospital" Elia said in an attempt to reassure me.
"Do you think the doctors are stupid, I'm wearing a gown"
"Just relax; I know what I am doing"
"It's pretty hard to believe you, we're in front of all these doctors and I'm in a hospital gown"
"Yet none of them are forcing you back to your room" She had a point; they were just passing, but why? Couldn't they see I had burn marks, that I wore their gowns, what was it?
"Why are they not…"
"It's a new TM move called Disguise, developed by the multi-million Pokedollar[$] corporation, Scivon Corp. Prof. Oak gave it to me, it's quite the psychic move don't you think, right now I look like a nurse pushing you in a wheelchair, but regardless of how we disguise how we look, we can't change what we say so keep your mouth shout" I simply nodded, amazed at the workings of the TM, I didn't see anything like what those doctors saw, I just saw us walking, I wasn't even sitting, this Scivon Corp. or whatever it is really out-did itself. The door was not far and soon we passed through.
"We're out!" I shouted.
"Not yet, you're still wearing a hospital gown and I don't think the doctors are going to be too subtle about a missing patient, we need to get you some clothes."
"But I don't have any clothes or money to buy some" The nurse that was watching over me while I was in hospital then came.
"Relax, I got this, Diana"
"I cannot provide you with clothes Elia"
"What we had a deal!"
"Sorry but I already got what I wanted"
"What did you want?" I asked noticing things didn't go the way Elia planned.
"The Disguise TM, it's still new and very rare so now she can sell it to for some money" Then, a fat, pink Pokémon came out of what seemed to be shadows and stood next to the nurse.
"Sorry" was the last thing the nurse said before she went back into the hospital with her pokemon. Elia didn't seem to be very upset, and I asked her why not to which she replied:
"The TM is a prototype that doesn't work well, first it will appear to be working but then it will start glitching and will eventually stop working. I knew that nurse wasn't to be trusted and now she isn't in the best of luck"
"What did you do?"
"Let's just say the buyers won't be too lenient on our little nurse"
"You're sending her into some real trouble!"
"Hey I didn't do anything; it was her plan to sell to those kinds of guys, besides no one pulls one over me" I was shocked, there was so much more than what meets the eye to this girl.
"By the way, what's your name?" she asked.
"What?" I asked snapping out of my thoughts.
"Your name?"
"That's for me to know and for you to find out" I said, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing how freaked I was of her.
"Tough guy huh, maybe I should call you Gold because of your eyes, you know, you didn't seem so tough when I saved you from that fire"
"What?"
"You didn't think I just randomly chose you, did you?" She was the one who saved me, now I know why her face was so familiar; she was the girl I saw before I passed out. I looked around and saw people staring at me, the gown, I needed clothes.
"How are we going to get you some clothes, you must be good for something?" Elia asked. Across the street I saw a man in the store take an item and shove it in his pocket; I then realized what we were going to do.
"We do one of the few things I'm good at, we steal" I said to her.
The job was an easy one, hardly worth a challenge. I expected more from such a high end fashion shop. I used Cyndaquil to set a small blouse alight and then moved away before anybody noticed, which was hard considering that I was wearing a hospital gown. Soon a fire sprouted and everyone was either preoccupied with the fire or running to safety away from the shop, that's when Elia shot the cameras with a sling shot. I ran to the doors and threw the clothes over the detectors as I ran past and caught them, there was a bathroom nearby, so I changed into my new clothes. I wore a black T-shirt which could not be seen because I had a red jacket that I zipped entirely up, I took a cap that had a gold color in the middle and black on the sides.
I wore long black pants and red and white shoes, the clothes were a little big for me, I had the height for them but not the weight. My bones were skinny as hell, well atleast my face didn't come out the same way. I came out of the bathroom and met up with Elia just as they extinguished the fire, I knew because the cameras were down they would never be able to link it to us out of fifty to a hundred shoppers in that store.
"So you want me to go to this Oak dude with you"
"Yes, apparently I lack 'compassion' or some other Taurusshit" She did lack the compassion the average girl had, I wonder why.
"Fine, I owe you for the hospital, but after we get to that Oak dude I'm leaving for Mr. Pokémon's house"
"Did you just say Mr. Pokémon?"
"Yeah, do you know him? He lives a few hours away from Cherrygrove, I think, I lost my map"
"Why it just so happens that that is where Prof. Oak is"
"Prof. Oak, did the visit have anything to do with an egg"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Prof. Elm sent me to recover the egg and bring it to him"
"You're the lousy deuche who limited my time with the egg"
"You're time with the egg…?"
"Yes, I wanted to study it, finding an egg is really rare and since I'm studying Pokémon evolution it would have been great if I could get the egg alone"
"Well I got a job to do so I can't help you there; I bet Elm is freaking out already, wondering where I am"
"So you will be making a return trip to New Bark, which should take a day and a half from Mr. Pokémon's house, meaning I could study the egg while you're heading back to New Bark Town"
"Won't your Professor be pissed?"
"Maybe but-"
"And not to mention I have a job to do and your research will only slow me down, so no" Elia pulled my collar and brought my face close to her's.
"This could help my career and I won't be taking no for an answer" I responded by grabbing her hand and squeezing, slowly crushing it as Elia felt the pain, I could tell she did even though she was trying her best to keep her composure.
"I wanna get one thing straight, I don't take orders from you or anyone" I let go of her hand and she slowly rubbed it with her other hand, she looked at me and put a small smile on her face.
"We'll see" was the last thing she said to me before heading for Route 30. An old man, near the exit of Cherrygrove and entrance of Route 30 walked near us and asked if we were trainers, to which we replied no.
"Are you sure, when you are as old as I am and have seen such young talent pass by you get a knack for seeing the golden guys and both of you have that fire, especially you boy, I can tell that if you ever wanted to be a trainer, you'd be mighty good at it, hell, you could be one of the greats"
"Thanks but no thanks old man, that would mean leaving my mom at her death bed, and I gotta find a job that pays some real money"
"The Pokémon League pays quite well, the third place contestant receives $250,000"
"Money said what?" I asked with Pokedollar signs in my eyes where my pupils should be.
"The odds of him reaching there are one in over a million" said Elia
"I'm telling you kid, but I guess you don't have to decide now, if you ever do wish to become a Pokémon champ and you're in the neighborhood, pop by my house kid and I will show you what you need to know to be a good, strong trainer" the old man said pointing at a small comfy looking home before leaving.
"$250,000….. $250,000" I kept repeating in my daze. I snapped out of it and left Cherrygrove and entered Route 30, the route had a low selection of Pokémon, I mean, it appeared as if there were only Rattata and Pidgey, I wasn't a trainer but hey, I like to see new things, especially Pokémon, those guys interest me. The walk was silent, I enjoyed the silence, I enjoyed being alone, I didn't want to travel with Elia any more than I had too, in fact the only reason I was with her would be because of the fact that she saved my life and I gotta to tell you, a Goldson always repays his debts, after all that was what my dad told me and it stuck with me since, it was one of my oldest memories and I stuck to it every time, and every time I did my dad praised me for, as he said "protecting the family name". You see I'm not the happiest kid in the world, but before we went under the poverty line, when my dad was still here, I was happy, but ever since he disappeared, my mother drowned in debt and we were forced to move out of our house, so much for that family motto, the debts kept piling and to my mother it had long become only meaningless words, but no matter how deep we fell, I lived on to what my surnames motto spoke and I used technicalities to my advantage too, like technically, the debts weren't mine so I didn't break the motto's rule and technically, my mom wasn't born a Goldson and thus doesn't have Goldson blood which means our name remains true even through my mother's debt, I don't know why I did this but I did, it made me feel like I was keeping my father's spirit alive, my mom would never get that the odds of him being alive were long past us, silence, the only way I can truly think. My thoughts drifted away from me just in time to see the Pidgey I had stepped on and by the looks of it, crushed. Elia turned her head to face the Pidgey, then me, and then she turned back and continued down Route 30. I stood there, wiped the little guy off my shoe and ran up to her.
"I never imagined you being a Pokémon killer" she said, picking up the pace.
"Hmph…, it was an accident besides who cares about Pidgey?"
"I think they might" Elia said pointing towards a very small flock of Pidgey, there may have been five or six, either way they were mad and they wanted a fight which I was more than happy to give them. I picked up a long thin branch and as soon as the first Pidgey came I wacked him down, I then once again hit the Pidgey who was on the ground, beating his small body with a stick. Were Pokémon supposed to bleed? Either way that's what was coming out of its skin, blood. The next two came from different sides, one on my left and one on my right, I wacked the one on my left but the one on my right rammed into my side, I stumbled back but regained my balance just before another Pidgey nearly swayed past me, that one was taken down by a small orange furred Pokémon with black stripes, wait a minute small orange furred Pokémon with black stripes? The distraction got me a tackle to the gut by a Pidgey, once again stumbling, the last of the Pidgey who had not come into the fight yet tackled me, sending me straight to the ground. The Pidgey I fought before that one came from the air and swooped down into an attempt to once again tackle me.
"Growlithe, use bite" Elia commanded to the black striped Pokémon. The Pokémon jumped and grabbed the small Pidgey's neck with its mouth just before it hit me, Growlithe munched down on the Pidgey's neck, the Pidgey was severely weakened but I noticed that the Growlithe stopped munching and turned to look at Elia, I then saw Elia give a nod of approval, approval for what though? My question wasn't long answered when I noticed Growlithe much on the Pokémon's neck and then crush it, the bird had fallen which made a total of three Pidgey deaths, the Pidgey that was stepped on, the Pidgey that I beat with my stick and finally the Pidgey whose neck was snapped in half, the other three flew away after watching their fellow Pidgey become massacred. Elia walked to me and held out her hand for me to take; I arrogantly denied it and pushed myself up.
"I didn't need you or that Growlithe of yours' help"
"Suuure you didn't" Elia replied sarcastically.
It was then when I fell in pain and agony. Clutching the bottom of my right rib, the very place where that damned Pidgey hit me. Elia trotted over to me as if she didn't care or notice the pain I was in. She unzipped my red jacket and pushed my shirt along with my hands away from the area I was clutching. She quickly examined it before reaching in her bag for something, I couldn't see what, my eyes were closed in pain, the horrifying pain. I then felt something cold and soft rub against the area of pain, I endured the pain and opened my eyes to find Elia rubbing some white cream on it, she then proceeded to rub another cream, as soon as she applied it, I cursed as loud as I could and became restless, this stuff was worse than the pain I felt before!
"Lay still you retard, I'm trying to help you" It was no use, I was fighting her, avoiding her hands, I calmed as the pain declined but I once again clutched the area as the previous pain was still there, Elia seeing no other way but to overpower me sat on top of me, called out her Growlithe and then moved my hands above my head, then Growlithe restrained them by wrapping its tail around my arms. Elia moved down so she could apply the cream, her movements were slow as she slid down my, well nevermind, all I'm gonna say it got me thinking about her in a more… erotic way. She finally stopped moving, thank God, and once again applied the painful cream, even with both of them restraining me I was still quite a lot of work in this state, she managed to rub the cream on the area that pained and got up, when she got up Growlithe released my hands and was sent back to its poke ball. The pain was still in full effect but I slowly got used to it and got up, slowly, trying to avoid the pain as much as possible.
"Don't try to wipe the cream off; I will just have to apply it again" I did as I was told, there was no way in hell I was going to risk more of that torture.
"What did you apply on me?"
"Some stuff the nurse recommended, your burns were acting up, most likely from the tackle you received from our earlier encounter with Pidgey"
"Thanks" I mumbled so she wouldn't hear me.
"How easy you fall, you now only decide to show appreciation"
"Da'fuq you talking about"
"Do I need to remind you of the fire?"
"Screw the fire! You know, normal people would accept the word of appreciation and be done, but you gotta b*** out"
"Botch out; I would like to refer what was happening to your pants as bitch out"
"What?" I asked, until I realized that she was talking about the time when she technically grinded against me. I could feel my face turn blood red and by the looks of things, she noticed.
"That never happened"
"Keep telling yourself that" she said before she winked at me, causing me to blush more. She no longer giggled at me but instead turned it into a laugh. She walked ahead of me with her victory grin, I hated her at that very freakin' moment.
Elia threw me the tainted pokeball with her left hand and released her Growlithe with her right; I caught the pokeball and released my arrogant Cyndaquil. It was currently sundown and the Pidgey were back, and this time with heavy artillery, I don't even know where the Pidgeotto came from, all I knew was that if we didn't win, we would be in trouble, they might even treat us the same way we treated their friends the first time we fought. It was a two-on-four battle; the Pidgey which I bet were level 2 would have been easy, even if all three of them attacked, but that Pidgeotto was a big problem for us. I didn't need Cyndaquil's shit today, not now.
"Cyndaquil, you have to do as I tell you or those Pokémon will have our asses, okay!" Cyndaquil didn't reply, before I could say anything else, one of the Pidgey attempted to tackle Cyndaquil but Growlithe, by the order of Elia, used Ember which blasted the Pokémon a small distance away.
"Cyndaquil, use tackle" I commanded but the Pokémon didn't listen. That was when the Pidgeotto tackled my Cyndaquil with great speed.
"Damn that was fast" Cyndaquil then retaliated by tackling the Pidgeotto or rather attempted to tackle the Pidgeotto, it flew up high and fast. When it was up high it flapped its wings and a powerful wind came and blew both Growlithe and Cyndaquil back, the wind was strong enough to do some damage to both our Pokémon.
"Cyndaquil, I need you to listen to me" He did the exact opposite and charged on to tackle one of the Pidgey, this was met with three Pidgey charging on against Cyndaquil, and just as they were about to hit, Pidgeotto joined the Pidgey so now it was four-on-one. They then collided, the flying types were knocked back while Cyndaquil was nearly knocked out. It was breathing hard, you could clearly see the damage it had taken. Elia decided to step in now and commanded her Growlithe to bite Pidgeotto. Pidgeotto flew to the skies, but Growlithe instead bit one of the Pidgey.
"Snap its neck" she commanded cruelly as Growlithe did as it was told. This led to the flying types attacking Growlithe with tackles. Elia looked at me and said
"Get your Pokémon in check, I need your frickin' help over here" Cyndaquil then charged on into the fury of tackles, hitting one of the pokemon down.
"Cyndaquil, move back" I commanded. Unfortunately it did the opposite and charged forwards, tackling another Pidgey, but it was once again hit by Pidgeotto's extremely fast Tackle and was hit all the way to my feet. Elia tossed me a bottle and told me to pour it on Cyndaquil and I did just that, the beaten Cyndaquil suddenly found new strength and stood in attacking pose.
"Alright listen, Cyndaquil, you've done it your way and it didn't work, so now you have to do it my way" Cyndaquil flat out ignored me and went on to do the exact same thing with the same results, that Pidgeotto was a serious problem, it wasn't focused on Elia's Growlithe which was the good part of the situation because I knew it could take on those Pidgey but the bad part was that it was focused on Cyndaquil and in the state Cyndaquil was in now I had to do something. The Pidgeotto attempted to ram into my Cyndaquil, no homo, but I jumped in the way, the exact pain I felt earlier returned as it hit one of my ribs. I attacked again and I defended my Cyndaquil again, you guys just have to understand how freakin painful this was and I had to do it over and over until I collapsed. I could tell by the blood that was next to me that the Pidgeotto had done a lot of damage to me. By this time Growlithe had finished the last of the Pidgey and used its bite attack on Pidgeotto, the Pidgeotto flew up with its super speed which was too much for Growlithe to hold on to, as Growlithe was falling, the Pidgeotto used that exact speed to hit Growlithe down, Growlithe had fainted and had been returned. My Cyndaquil had slightly recovered and was standing, it walked over to me and looked down at me, no longer ignoring me, it stood with a new found power but would it be enough? The Pidgeotto attempted to use one of its fastest tackles, but before it did, the fire on Cyndaquils back roared and smoke began emitting, it was a thick dark smoke. Elia ran over to me and pulled me away from the battle field before flipping me over to check on my back, as she tended to my wounds I watched the battle commence, Cyndaquil's new move put him at a great advantage as Pidgeotto couldn't see, but Cyndaquil could. I lost track of them in the smoke, but from what I could hear, Pidgeotto was losing the battle. I noticed the smoke was becoming darker and darker and wasn't fading. I barely saw Cyndaquil release more and more smoke before running deeper into it. So that was his strategy, completely blind the Pokémon, if Pidgeotto was smarter though he would use gust to blow away the smoke, thank god that it wasn't.
I heard one last collision before everything went silent, the silence obviously meant the battle was over. I waited to see who emerged from the smoke, and after a few seconds I saw a beaten Cyndaquil walk out of the smoke. I was so happy I briefly forgot about the pain on my back and jumped up before collapsing.
Tell me about this chapter, it was originally over 11 000 words, don't believe me? just ask Timber910, it was utter hell. I would like to give thanks to Timber910 for helping me out with mistakes and stuff, really man, you rock! Anyway, R&R PLEASE! Oh and for those of you who are curious...
Elia's pokemon
Growlithe, female, level 9- Moves- Bite, Roar, Ember, Leer
